Operation: Sunscorched - The Stormfront

Posted on Wed Mar 11th, 2020 @ 3:02am by Captain Bolvar "Highlord" Fordragon & Captain Fernando Lopez & Commander Bart "Gargoyle" Mancuso & Commander Grace Trueheart & Commander Sophia Byron & Commander Melissa Bateman & Lieutenant Commander Katrina Davis & Commander Erin Hunt & Major Kelsey "Monk" Lange & Lieutenant Commander Tom "Bandit" Waldron & Lieutenant Commander Sofia "Lupa" Garibaldi & Command Master Chief Petty Officer Sam Swifthoof & Commander Kareem Garibaldi

Mission: Mission 82: It Is War’s Prize to Take All Vantage.
Location: Outskirts - Jin'zakk System
Timeline: 1000Hrs - April 30th, 2392

Captain Bolvar Fordragon sighed softly as he tapped the display on the master system display before he turned to one of his subordinates. "Where are we with our repairs?" he inquired in a gentle tone for Fordragon believed that in order to keep one's personal calm, he himself had to be calm at all times. He did not like raising his voice for any reason and while he sometimes wore an odd uniform at times, there was no mistaking his seemingly medieval knight ethos at times, he was a Paladin and he treated himself and everyone else around him, with that regard in mind at all times.

Commander Fernando Lopez turned. "We simply have holes in the hull to repair.." he then shrugged. "Our shields and weapons are at a hundred percent." he paused. "Fall of Berlin has no phasers as they had to yank their primary phaser coupling and they need at least another hour to put it back together.. The Star of Chile reports that she has limited shields but that she can still fight.. Star of Brazil finished offloading her spare personnel and supplies before she departs for the yard." Lopez gave Fordragon the quick rundown of the rest of the squadron, most of the ships were in rough shape but were still combat capable but they were a lean lot.

"I am concerned about them." Lopez finished his rundown. "I don't like the fact we've not been relieved." he turned his attention to the person who said that statement. Commander Grace Trueheart, speaking her mind as she always did, she was a woman who had spent much of her career in the marines before she switched into the navy when she reached the rank of Lt Colonel. "On a side note. The Lethal Shadow is now far more than just a shadow of her name," she added. "All offensive and defensive systems are back online."

The door opened and out stepped Commander Sophia Byron, PADD in hand. "Well guys... minus the patches, the Lethal Shadow is in decent shape." she paused. "As soon as this assignment ends, we need to be seeing the inside of a starbase or space dock."

Lieutenant Commander Katrina Davis chuckled softly. "The Klingons need to get the hint sooner rather than later that they ain't gonna be win.," she commented with a smile.

Fordragon smiled. "We shall see," he responded. "We will win... Considering the locations the Klingons were attacking and where we're defending." he then shrugged. "Besides. Considering the various targets we've been attacking and taking from the Klingons. It's turning into a serious slug match." Fordragon paused. "But that's no longer our issue, however."

"No skipper...But I am reading close to two hundred Klingon ships approaching, they just dropped out of warp and are closing."

Lopez sighed. "Shit.," he muttered under his breath as Fordragon turned. "Red Alert, all hands to battle stations. Order all ships to likewise and prepare to receive the enemy." he smiled as he went over and then sat down in his command chair. "Do you believe in the power of prayer number one?"

"Me... No skipper." Lopez responded.

"That's alright, neither do I," Fordragon responded in a rather dry tone of voice. "Grace, you ready to dance?"

"I've been wearing my dancing shoes all day." came the half expected response that had a few people chuckling around the bridge.

"Very well." Fordragon smiled. "As soon as they come into range, let them meet our fists and blades... Don't wait for my orders."

"Depend on it skipper." Trueheart went to work as a rather malicious smile appeared on her lips. Her words were hardly out of her mouth when she emptied the ordinance launchers on the entire Lethal Shadow's space frame and suddenly over two hundred missiles leapt free of the constraints of the ship's spaceframe and shot towards their targets, all of the other Federation ships did likewise when suddenly one Klingon ship exploded in a truly impressive conflagration.

"What was that?" The Highlord inquired.

"That would be a transport ship... USS Fall of Berlin score that kills." Trueheart replied with a smile.

"Nice shot.." Fordragon responded in a dry tone of voice. "Tell the Fall of Berlin to make it look like they are having engine issues. Everyone else will cover them... While they kill those transports."

Commander Melissa Bateman who was the Chief Operations Officer for the Lethal Shadow, smiled as she nodded. "Aye skipper.. encoding now." she paused a moment. "Sending to the Fall of Berlin... and everyone else."

Fordragon smiled, knowing what sort of havoc he was about to unleash upon the Klingons.